One wild Fucking weekend

Now we get to the really good part - the part of my story where I fess up to a night of whorishness, in which I attain new levels of whorishness I didn't think possible.
I'd been searching the internet for possible dates, just kind of puttering around, and checked my myspace account and found out an old friend of mine had looked me up and left her phone number there. She lives about fifty miles away in a tiny podunk town where the idea of fun involves a tailgate and a sixpack on a dirt road. I called her up just to see what she was doing, and she invited me out to her house for the night (on a Saturday) to a party she and her boyfriend were throwing. this girl, Cammie, has two kids of her own and has had a rough sort of life, but i've known her since we were eleven and weve got history of another sort - she's the only girl i'd fooled around with below our belt buckles. I go out there and help her pick up stuff for the barbecue at the local store and end up wandering around her house most of the night. Because i've known her so long, I also know her sister and brother who were both there. But, that's ALL I knew, out of some thirty-odd guests in this tiny town. And early on in the evening someone stole my seat, so i just wandered about. I wandered in and out of the house and a couple of times Cammie caught me by the bathroom, so she dragged me inside and assaulted my mouth with her tongue. I was bewildered at first but grew accustomed to the idea - after all, we'd messed around before, so why not? I left the bathroom quite a few times with my hair a bit dissheveled and a glazed look in my eyes. I got talked into playing a harsh game of volleyball where I managed to bruise myself all the fuck over - this game lasted all day and night, i'm telling you, because these drunkards had to stop every point to swig beers and/or pee. After that game, Cammie and her Boyfriend started arguing loudly and drunkenly so I wandered off and started asking the usual suspects about how I could smoke some weed. Eventually I got introduced to this guy who took me out in his very expensive truck for a drive, and on some backroad we smoked his very expensive weed and he hopped on me quicker than a duck on a junebug. He was cute enough, but earlier in the evening i'd been talking to Cammie's brother Dave and was thinking about indulging one of my little-girl fantasies and having my way with him. I made the pot Romeo take me back to the party after about a half hour of making out - I mean, hey, the guy DID get me high and kissing doesn't hurt anybody. I proceeded to make my intentions known to Dave, and he accepted my attention with an "aw, shucks" attitude and tried to downplay himself, but I wasn't having it. I remember that he opened my car door for me when we went over to his friends' house to get me high again. I really like that in a guy. Of course we ended up back at Cammie's, after everyone else had moved on, and Even though I had to make the first move he was agreeable to getting laid as I knew he would be. He still had the aura of " I don't know why you'd want ME, but i'm not gonna argue . . ." about him, and as drunk as he was it certainly didn't take long, and then he passed smooth out. the room for our rendezvous had no AC, and was hot as fuck, so I extricated myself from halfway under him, did the midnight search for my clothes around the floor and took myself into the living room where there was an AC unit blowing about sixty degrees - far too cold. I sat huddled on the couch for awhile, a big sigh of self disgust on my lips, when Cammie's bedroom door opens and there she stands soundlessly. I whispered her name and it was like i'd woken her up; she comes and sits next to me in the dark and asks ME what happened. I assume she meant, what happened to her, so I told her I honestly didn't know. She tells me she remembers arguing with her boyfriend and me being gone with Dave and nothing else (she HAD been passed out too). I tell her I was thinking about leaving and she told me I couldn't leave yet. I turn to her and say, "why?" and she just says, "because" and starts french kissing me and goes pretty much immediately for my crotch. Clothes go flying; girls just make all sense go out the window, they are too hot by far. Girls kiss hotter, they taste better, they're soft and more inviting . . . At some point, of course, I'm coming all over the place with a chagrined look on (in the dark) and she's whispering, "whoa - i can make you come . . ."
Afterwards,I notice the evil grin all over my face as I do yet another pitch-black roundup of my clothes. I toss some panties at her and she starts to giggle, saying, "these are SOO not mine" and as I snatch them back from her I dissolve into giggles too. Cammie's been with one other girl - coincidentally, Dave's last girlfriend. Dave walked in on Cammie with her head between his girl's legs. Cammie mentions this and only then asks me if I and Dave did anything. "Oh, well, you know . . ." is my only answer. Cammie, the drama queen, helps me pack all my shit up and then proceeds to go into the bedroom and pick a fight with her passed out man. I split for the hills, leaving a note on Dave's windshield to call me.
So it's like 3 Am, i'm driving through backwater towns in the middle of nowhere, halflost, and I get a call on my cell from Lance. I answer it just because I happened to be next to my cell at 3AM. He's home from a raunchy night out and wants to know if I want to come over. I paused for a long moment, gears whirring in my head. "Well, sure, why not." I answer, and proceed to Lance's place while on my way home for a satisfying romp with another drunkard. At the time it didn't register as to what a ho-ish thing I was doing - it was only afterwards on my way home that it sunk in how much of a whore i'd been that particular night. I would have thought only prostitutes could get lucky three times in one evening, but lo and behold, I've crowned myself Queen Ho.
Don't worry, I have a massive collection of condoms on my person and i've actually been behaving myself here lately . . . well mostly . . . After all, if i'm completely good, i'd have nothing to write about and no fun whatsoever.
And that's not all. Late the next evening, Dick shows up for his usual romp with me. I of course can't say to him " Not now, honey, i've been fucking too many people . . ." so I have to take all he dishes out. Which is to say a lot. But i'll get to THAT next time . . .